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Literature
Siren of fear A distant siren song plays while I fill my soul with bile and spite. Giving into the emptiness. The terror of fantasy stealing my spine until I am too weak to fight it. Mind playing a never ending stream of tricks on my soul. Gotcha. Another piece lets loose, falling into the hands of my fears, granting them the reins on my heart. Loneliness forgetting it once was hand in hand with hope. Ha, to hope. That has been lost along the way, just another piece, broken off and given to yet another foolish fear. Frightening pictures hang on the walls inside my mind. Furniture overturned, or missing or perhaps, they were never there to begin with. I can